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    depression

    darkened understanding talk to meinside my solemn skygrey as slate and cold toothe blue of the moment shine throughbeside myself with griefmy soul seek to hidedeep within the crevices of midnightnothing to shine no mirrors to glarewith great trepidation,...

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    • This was beautiful, deep, and sad. An excellent read. Anyone who has experienced these feelings, knows these words too well. Thank you for sharing.

      • hello dearest Brandon good afternoon thank you graciously I usually don’t like to share these it touched my heart you found beauty even here❤️

    • hello dearest Damian depression is that heavy feeling I really don’t like to write about it but sometimes it’s just there thank you my friend for bearing with me ❤️

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    Dyslexia

    Dyslexiait’s not just a disabilityit’s an annoyance, people saybut I can’t help itI was born this way,the average person seeswritten instructions—to them, a simple planbut for me—a new languagein a foreign land,what you see clearlyI struggle to seethat’s dyslexia—that’s...

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    • This is good informative poem. My son has dyslexia and though it takes him a little longer to read things, it does not change who he is. I love when I can relate to a piece

    • You are you and that is all that matters. Great poem.

    • you sure do shine beautiful Jackie I leave out whole words my brain says are there you have my sympathy ❤️

    • Powerfully penned, Jackie. Amazing write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    New York After Twilight

    Rhyymes over crimes  verbs divide as knives  plunged deep into keyboards,  if God was drunk at the Last Supper  the chalice fell from my mantlepiece    Litte Miss Poetry came to my room  wearing a red typewriter, did I really  see a folded negligee on empty pages  and would you have straddled me  licking pearls from last...

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